On a late September night, the flying squad of Lieutenant Colonel Davydov rose to the saddle in alarm and galloping off into the black impenetrable darkness. Dmitry Rzhevsky, habitually without asking inappropriate questions, galloped in the front rows. At the forest fork, the commander divided the hussars into two groups:

- Lieutenant, download with your people on Mozhaisk! The task is to detect and delay the French courier with an important mail! And look, do not screw it up, as usual!

Grinning at his mustache, Rzhevsky put two fingers to his shako and sent his black stallion down the road to the right. A dozen and a half hussars jumped behind him:

- Have fun, guys! How to piss off the saddle, we grab the damned frog! I put a box of champagne!

***

After an hour of throwing in the darkness, the battle enthusiasm diminished. Rzhevsky saddened himself to meditate. Before his misty gaze, one after another, absolutely naked sisters of the Rostovs leaped over the low veil. At the same time, both charmer legs were so torn up that the lieutenant was dark, shining with desire of the crotch, shamelessly. Rzhevsky, meanwhile, was tackling a serious question: if one of the sisters presents a handsome officer a blowjob, and he will forget who exactly is how not to be trapped at the next meeting?

The detachment of the lieutenant, in the meantime, was breaking down - we had to send people along each outgoing walkway - and as a result, when our hero left for the inn, which stood alone beside the road, only Bornov remained with him.

It was precisely this that the cunning Buonapartists took advantage of, jumping out of the wide-open gate, and desperately firing from pistols and fuzes.

- Thy mother's soul in God! - choking in a powder cloud, Rzhevsky knocked a horse on the first of the opponents, - Basurmanskie fucking!

With a wide stroke of his saber, he cut the head of the Frenchman who had turned up to be under attack, - Touched, bitches, like our old colonel in a brothel on Nevsky.

Kicking the heel in the face of another blue-eyed man, the lieutenant dodged the awkward lunge of the other, and immediately, with two sharp strokes, finished off the crass. So that the enemies could not entangle him in using the advantages, Rzhevsky jumped off his horse: - Well, Mousy, please! Fuck!

Two rushed at him. The first one took the blow of the saber on the rifle, the second tried to poke the broadsword with the sword. Shooting the last of the pistol, the lieutenant played around the Fusilier and thrust the blade, darkened by the blood of others, under the edge of a scoundrel.

- Brylev! You are alive! - the field of a brief fight was undoubtedly left for the hussars - a dozen French if they didn’t give their souls to God, they no longer presented any danger.

“I am here, lieutenant,” the cornet pinched the darkened shoulder from the blood, “Hook up slightly, you bastards.”

“For rent are those whom we are looking for,” Rzhevsky rather twisted his mustache, “Let's go and see!”

After making sure that in a wide spacious yard, apart from frightened horses, there is no one, the heroes through the unlocked door entered the inside of a sturdy two-story house.

- Do you hear it? - stopped comrade Brylev - from somewhere above, rhythmic unambiguous female moans were heard from above, - They didn’t hear our fuss outside ?!

- They have their own fuss. And it looks like they are waiting for us, - the lieutenant resolutely headed for the massive wooden stairs to the second floor. There, focusing on the call, like a March cat, he easily found the right room.

Having broken the thin door, our heroes discovered a charmingly frightened white-hooded, undressed maid on an old-looking couch and who had not succeeded in pulling a tongue out of her anus from a bald fat woman.

- What pgoygodit ?! - The fat man tried to rebel, but the bloody saber directed in his direction made him bite his tongue.

- What kind of rat, Brylev, blurs his beautiful paws mademoiselle with his paws ?!

- Gentlemen! Lord - the stranger exclaimed imploringly in French, - Do not touch him - he is just a poor servant who is carrying out the order of his unfortunate mistress! The fact is, she continued hastily, that I came here with my spouse. However, a ridiculous, minor wound to the arm caused the unfortunate fever, and in three days I was widowed. The officers, friends of my late husband, promised to take care of me, but you see ... you know ... none of them, out of respect for their spouse, could decide to put out the heat that burned me. And it is so necessary for me that there is no choice but to turn to the servant!

- So you need to fuck? - The French Russian cavalryman was a little less graceful, - Madame, let me introduce myself - the lieutenant of the Mariupol hussar regiment Dmitry Rzhevsky.

Our hero gallantly bowed, with one hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the other launching a numb woman in a wide cut on the chest. His bristling, prickly mustache pressed against the pale hot neck of the charming woman, and, overcoming weak resistance, rose to a tender ear.

“Ah, lieutenant,” the charming stranger passed her last bastions. “I beg ...”

Her thin handle engulfed a hillock on chakchirs growing up in front of her eyes - a cavalier's uniform decorated with a white cord, which, filled with supple breasts with hardened papillae, went down below, diving between the lady's hips. Clever female fingers eagerly released a strong pulsating hussar member.

Without opening their lips, the lovers moved to a more comfortable position and the petrified shiny head of the male trunk dived into the hot, moist sea of ​​a burning vagina.

- Divine, madam! - moaned the lieutenant, plunging into the womb that closely covered him for the whole considerable length, - Incredible! - the stranger gasped, feeling how powerful peak almost presses her stomach.

Skillful movements experienced lover, starting with slow long frictions and gradually moving to fast powerful tremors, Rzhevsky quickly brought the woman to orgasm. Her pretty face was flushed and covered with perspiration, crimson lips swollen from ardent kisses, the lush hardened chest often jumped up and down.

- Oh, Mr. officer, you are indomitable, like Jupiter himself!

- Turn around, madam - this is just the beginning, - the hussar gasped, wheezing, pouring a dense thick stream of semen inside the Frenchwoman, - I swear backwards Countess Pavlova!

“No doubt, no doubt,” the thankful partner assured her lover hastily.

“Brylev, the devil is your liver,” our hero turned in the meantime to his friend, frozen in the doorway, “what are you wasting, like the dick of archimandrite?” Do not you see that - the lady is bored!

There was no need to persuade the ardent Cornet - after lowering the chakchirs, he immediately freed his, sticking out like a column, the oud and immediately attached it right inside the woman, squeezing out the bubbling whitish semen of his predecessor.

“Ah, gentlemen,” the stranger groaned, shaken by a new lover, “I have never been so pleased with my life as in your beautiful country ...”

- Yes, sir, Rzhevsky grinned rather, trying to send his insatiable cock into the narrow hole of the female ass, - We know how!

- However ... Do not consider my request immodest ... I do not know how to say it ...

“Madame, for you — whatever — the lieutenant could not manage to get through the closed back gate. What's more, it inflamed.

- My poor spouse, officer, often caressed me with his long saber. It was so exciting. So crazy ...

- Great idea! - exclaimed immediately delighted hussar, in his own way interpreting the proposal of a stranger, - Brylev, are you ending? Come on between these buns!

Cornet threw out so much semen that it plentifully poured in them the entire crotch of the Frenchwoman: - Bravo! Here is a shot!

Having unfastened his shoulder strap, the lieutenant turned his saber over, and immediately put a copper tip decorated with a huge comb to the lady’s smeared white anus: - What an inventor!

The unfortunate came to her senses, when the phallus-like shiny piece of iron, already pretty well plunged into her rectum. However, the men who were fascinated by the events did not pay any attention to her energetic protests and shouts.

- Cornet, it's awesome! - Rzhevsky said shocked deeper and deeper, planting a thick black shiny sheath in the anal of a stranger, - No, how about the French give!

“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” biting her lip so as not to scream, the woman finally managed to control herself, “For the sake of the Virgin Mary, not so fast ... Not so fast!”

She skillfully took matters into her own hands: at her order, an over-excited cornet put the tip of her saber to her labia lips, and, moving the pelvis back and forth, the woman began to sit down one by one, then the other blade. Having taken their pistols from the shocked hussars, the stranger began to drive them through her flaming body shaking from orgasm. Hopefully, I kissed and sucked black short trunks, wincing seductively at the tart taste of gunpowder ...

“Hey, Brylev,” Rzhevsky snarled, “It looks like an awesome night awaits us.” Let's share it like this ...

He did not have time to finish. Behind Cornet, a long-forgotten servant fat man suddenly appeared, who immediately and in a vile manner smashed a heavy wooden stool on the head of an unsuspecting hussar.

- What? - The lieutenant resolutely looked around for some weapon, - Yes, I, curse, with your bare hands ...

He had already moved forward, forcing the fat man to recoil in dismay against the wall, but at this moment the treacherous Frenchwoman, snatching Rzhevsky’s own saber from her broken-down ass, ruthlessly brought it down with an unexpected force on the hussar’s head.

***

“Did you kill him ?!” - shaky lips muttered bald servant.

- Hardly, - the lady with noticeable difficulty pulled out the second blade from her vagina, - Cut down, but not to death.

She collapsed back onto the sofa: “And you are a coward, general!”

- And you are a whore, hero of the goddess!

The woman laughed loudly, - I saved your trembling skin, my friend. And, more importantly, despatch the Emperor!

- But this... ? - the fat man pointed to her red body smeared with sperm, - This is ...

“This,” the duchess reprimanded him, “Easily washed off with plain water.” But, if you hadn’t been upsetting, my general, you would have guessed to bring a glass of champagne, with the addition of poison, to these savages, which you uselessly carry in your old-fashioned ring. And I would not have to finish, like a port whore, from a Russian saber inserted in the ass!

“But you, piggylone, pegged by you, madam, quite cleverly pgidumali gas-mash them!”

- The devil! - the Frenchwoman firmly grabbed herself for the bulging gap between the legs, - I had to eat it, probably, for the week ahead! Even the legs can not be reduced as a decent woman!

“So for a week,” the bald general grunted, bypassing the insensible lieutenant lying on the floor, “Day for the mighty, perhaps ... But I, you know, you are the headmaster, do not know what we shall do with this soldier?” Bleak?

“Ah, General,” the lady nonchalantly leaned back on the couch. “As you were born the son of a Lyon curate, you will die like that.” Unfriendly it is - to finish off the defeated enemy ... She tore the petticoats and began to wipe away the drops of seed that quickly dried on her hot body:

- Collect things, monsieur. And hurry - the Emperor is waiting for us!